mtlumby2d Chapter 265
Chapter 265
They didn't make eye contact.
In that thousandth of a second, Ni Yangzhou thought that fate was a knot tied in a knot, but the next moment, the color blocks in his vision were like a landslide, and all the scenery including the houses and people collapsed. The knot was just floating snow that could be eliminated in an instant.
Ni Yangzhou suddenly felt his body lighten, and a sense of weightlessness attacked his mind. The young man closed his eyes in a trance, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing at the bustling school gate, with Yan Jin wearing thick black-framed glasses in front of him. In the surging crowd, Ni Yangzhou raised his head helplessly, as if summoned to look far away. Meng Ting was behind the crowd, looking straight into his eyes with a calm face.
It seemed like only a few seconds, the time was getting shorter and shorter, the sounds in his ears were stretched out into meaningless continuations, but the pure black pupils of the man in the distance were becoming clearer and clearer.
As dark as ink, like a deep sea with no view to the sky, like a silent night with no end in sight.
...Darkness devours everything.
Ni Yangzhou opened his eyes again in the darkness.
In the third world, he was in Liao Le's rental house, like a transparent soul, watching the young man lying on his back looking at his phone, suddenly covering his chest with a ferocious expression.
A burst of car lights suddenly flashed outside the window, just like the spotlights on the stage when the plot is intense. The lights illuminated the entire small rental house with a heavy feeling like an epic.
Before Ni Yangzhou could rush to the young man, a young life suddenly passed away. His soul floated to the window, and he saw a tall figure lighting a cigarette and opening the car door downstairs.
The car lights shone over him, and Ni Yangzhou could no longer see the figure clearly. He was dazzled so much that he covered his eyes with his hands, as if he was almost snow-blind.
When I opened my eyes again, it was pitch black again.
Now he has a physical body.
His wrist moved slightly subconsciously, and there was a rattling sound of iron chains. The sound seemed to awaken something, and the heavy object began to rub against the ground and move forward.
And it is getting faster and faster, getting closer and closer.
As it approached, a cool fragrance of snow bamboo wafted over.
Cold hands gripped his wrist, so tightly that it seemed to dig into his flesh.
Because of the complete darkness, Ni Yangzhou's hearing and sense of smell became extremely sensitive. He felt that person coming close to his ear, breathing hotly, and calling his name gently and tenderly.
Over and over again, again and again. It seems like the mantra will never stop looping.
Gradually, the sound became blurred and something flashed by. Ni Yangzhou was like an old TV that was stuck and recovered his hearing after a blackout.
It was still a call, still a name, but it was as if many voices mixed together, slowly aligning their frequencies, producing the loudest sound like a heavy hammer hitting the brain.
That was a voice spoken with a thousand thoughts:
"——Yangzhou."
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The young man opened his eyes with cold sweat on his face.
Now he saw the vast and open sky.
The sky is cloudless, and the green water happily and freely pours into the field of vision.
Ni Yangzhou stroked his chest with lingering fear, feeling like a dead fish that was forced to roll in hot oil.
It was quiet except for the chirping of insects and birds. The swaying grass leaves tickled his ears.
The sunlight spread on my body, feeling warm, like the last step before serving the dish - pouring bright and thick soup on it.
Ni Yangzhou rested for a long time and finally got up slowly.
His lips were pale and his limbs were sore and weak. This was the worst physical condition he had ever been in in so many worlds.
Even though he had experienced death more than once, the brief excruciating pain always seemed easier than the prolonged pain.
This is a grassland that stretches as far as the eye can see.
Ni Yangzhou stood there for a long time, trying to gather his consciousness. He called the system in his mind, but there was still no response.
The young man resigned himself to his fate, took off one of his cloth shoes at random, closed his eyes and threw it into the air. When the shoe fell, he walked towards the tip of the shoe.
Ni Yangzhou was wearing a pure white Taoist robe, which could not be plainer. His cloth shoes were also white. He looked like a handsome boy in mourning.
go.
go.
go.
The grass turns green and then yellow, and then yellow and then green again. The seasons seem to have lost their meaning here. As soon as the four-note cuckoo's cry rang in the ears, the wild geese began to migrate, calling their friends.
The little snake popped its head out of the hole, with gray-white snake skins gathered behind it. The squirrel ran swiftly with the fruit in its arms, but the next moment its flesh and blood dissipated and fell to the ground, turning into a pile of bones.
Finally, on a crisp winter day, with ice crystals hanging on the tips of the leaves and a chill in the air, Ni Yangzhou saw a figure.
A Taoist priest in a pure white robe, a jade crown and a stern look was sitting cross-legged, holding something in his hands.
Even though he felt like he was stuck in a bug after entering this strange world, Ni Yangzhou was still very dedicated and wanted to maintain his character and complete the unprecedented plot.
The two kept a distance that was neither too far nor too close, and there was still endless grassland around them.
The Taoist with long eyebrows and starry eyes finally raised his head and frowned slightly as he stared at the young man.
When Ni Yangzhou saw those pure black eyes, he suddenly felt like he was in an absurd dream.
The young man's lips trembled again and again, but he still gave in and tried:
"…Why are you here?"
The Taoist frowned even deeper. The atmosphere between the two of them was weird. Ni Yangzhou wanted to open his mouth to explain or make up something several times, but he closed his mouth again.
A moment passed, or perhaps a hundred million years passed.
The Taoist priest with a frown finally lowered his eyelashes and said softly:
"Don't be rude. You should call me Master - Master."